Yeah, they came to take me awaySaid I'd be sitting here for the rest of my lifeBut I don't really care - I shot my wifeAnd brother, I can't even remember the reason why.

We was down in JacksonvilleA cold winter nightMy baby and I, we began to fightI heated up, and I grabbed my gunI get so cold on those nights down southShe was laying in a pool right there on the kitchen floorShe looked up at me and began to smileHer gasping words: "Baby, I love you"Then she closed those baby blue eyes.

Very often it is, yesYou have eyes and other senses to see itLots of people don'tthat's tragedy

In this context I assume I was talking about being very high on weed and red wine. And I'm no hippy, I read neuroscience and realise what I'm doing to my brain is effectively shutting bits of it down. The doors of perception lead not to some hippy nirvana but to reduced brain function. The problem is it feels really good.

As to your more general point all of our worlds are virtual. The universe is subjective for all of us, made up in our brains. As are our feelings, a little hormone here and a little there.

Ask a neuroscientist about how much free will we have, you may be unpleasantly surprised.